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RING!!! RING!!!!
The sound before the hello
Ring ring ring
The expectation of the clueless heart
Anticipating the peace that is the Familiar
That Voice permanently engraved in the soul
The symbol of protection and safety
There it comes!!!!
BOOM!!!
The explosion of the heart
BOOM!!! BOOM!!!!!
The Aftermath of the impromptu silence
Just as the strange clear voice escapes the pink vase
Debuting its smashing hit single
It hits the drum when no one is listening for it
Calling out like a violent storm
Threatening to break up the boat on the once calm sea
Like a stowaway hiding in the basement
Only to be revealed by a run of luck.
                
©Belema.S.Ekine
Scream!!!!!!
I should scream
Can feel it
Swelling up in my throat
Like a flood
Waiting to clear
All in its path
Surrounded by people
I am forlorn and alone
In a well so hollow
I am lost
Zapped from the bubble
I am now
As a tree
Cut and felled at its stem
Stuck in time
Taking up space
In a field of photosynthesis
I am stump


©Belema.S.Ekine
 May 2017 Jawad
Emily Dickinson
905

Between My Country—and the Others—
There is a Sea—
But Flowers—negotiate between us—
As Ministry.
 May 2017 Jawad
mk
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 May 2017 Jawad
mk
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i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.
 May 2017 Jawad
Dimitrios Sarris
I remained to known land well discovered like
my heart's redemption and i saw a thousand
crystal towers.
I went over the sea reached unknown lands and
i saw a thousand emerald cities, but all i was left
was a broken armor.
Barely walk
barely breath
what's left in this world of yours?
Shining like a crystal flare.
I followed the stars where the moonlight led,
to a path where i was blinded by your love
and guided from your voice.
No matter what i did i could not reach this
new land of yours for we run at two different speads.
Even when you tried to hold me i fell for the burden
of my nightmares haunted my mind.
I lost reason and this thought became my torment.
There's no armor left only a rusty blade in my hand
with which i nailed my heart.
 May 2017 Jawad
Miss Clofullia
The mosquito doesn't know you -
you weren't introduced.

It doesn't have anything against you.

It doesn't care.
You could be the queen,
or the pope,
or **** Jagger,
or a freshly squeezed into this world baby..
In fact, it couldn't care less who you are.

The mosquito is just doing its job.

Just like you are "doing yours",
every day.

Right?

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugRTATKO0WI]
 May 2017 Jawad
Anderson M
My heart’s a ball of icicles
In shackles
Of manacles
it's nestled behind an "impenetrable"rib cage.
it can barely "breathe"
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